Battle of life and death

Argolaith stepped onto the vast plateau with cautious determination. The high altitude land stretched before him like an arena carved from ancient stone. 

A place where the raw power of the mountain met the ambition of those brave enough to seek its secrets. As he surveyed the area, he noticed that few people had gathered there. 

The small crowd that did occupy the plateau exuded a violent auras; their expressions were hardened, and their weapons were unsheathed, many still dripping with fresh blood. 

Their eyes burned with a fierce intensity, and it was clear that they had endured countless battles in pursuit of the mountain's knowledge that was hidden in the ancient ruins.

Argolaith's gaze shifted from one roughened face to another as he murmured under his breath. 

"Well, this is a rather unsavory bunch… They're all old enough to have already found their Five Trees and claim their magic, I suppose."